She may be the beauty or the beast. May be the famine or the feast. May turn each day into a heaven or a hell. She may be the mirror of my dream, a smile reflected in a stream. She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1377 | 2021-03-19 06:50:53 | 53.98 | 96% |
| 381 | 2021-02-19 10:03:10 | 47.36 | 93.1% |